The Crimson Snow (A Realm of Chaos and Void #1)

Prelude 1

A haunting tapestry of red and white draped the world. The girl’s hands bore the stains of scarlet and snow—a chilling emblem of the carnage she had orchestrated. Crimson splattered the landscape, each droplet a silent witness to her deeds. Where she once might have recoiled from such gruesome sights, she now found herself captivated by their stark beauty and inherent chaos.

The almost innocent creature pondered regret, a shadowy presence just beyond her reach. Would it haunt her, this silent accomplice to her actions? She welcomed the thought, yearning for guilt to someday burden her soul. Yet, for now, she reveled in the comforting emptiness that defined her. Tears and screams echoed in the distance. “Such pitiful creatures,” she mused, smirking.

“Didn’t I tell you?” A voice, unmistakably sinister, slithered into her ear, dripping with dark allure. The girl recognized it instantly. “That you would become the most magnificent villain this world has ever seen?”

Then, the voice dissipated into the wind. With a flourish of malevolence, she allowed herself a wicked, full-bodied grin.

Her eyes, deep ruby red and devoid of remorse, danced with cruel delight. She wondered if everything had transpired for her to become the mastermind destined to bring down the realms once again. She was not just a villain but the architect of their downfall—and she laughed because no one else knew.

The girl heard the clock start again. It was a countdown for them, for him. For the first time, she relished the noise of time, the din of the void and chaos.